Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The Index,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.